In the net memoirs of moi, brotherly love Jones, the search for the terrible summer job had reached it's number 1 hurdle ; I am a sex magnet.

To be sightly, if I hadn't insisted on sucking off Mr metalworker then I wouldn't have been drawn into the insane sex trilateral that was his marriage to Mrs John Smith. A dewy-eyed babysitting job turned into a impassioned serial publication of III ; with me being the centre in their crazy sandwich.

It was two weeks and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning life history in babysitting. It was still other July, so I still had mint of summertime left ahead of me. I had come out of the babysitting gig with a few hundred dollars saved up due to their generous"point ”, but it was not going to even put a dent into any potential college tuition fee the stick with year. So it was clock time for a new job.

My best champion Faith was impressed I had actually gotten any work and had, true to her watchword, decided to get work herself. She had no portion at first, so we decided a centre effort might be safe. For the near part we were a good team complimenting each early's strength and weaknesses in this outing. I had no clue what a real job was or where to go looking whilst she knew every fleck in the town that could be hiring high shoal girls, on the former deal I was raised to make a right belief on the elite by dear old dad meanwhile Faith didn't know when to stop oath like a sailor.

We blanketed the mall and strip malls, bookstall, flea markets and fast solid food places in a issue of couple days and imply waited for a call to come in. Our portion held and the following day after our blitz we received a birdsong for an interview each at the Burger Baron.

No one aspiration of working for a fast food range of mountains where you have to wear a uniform and a composition board hat, but it beat the alternative of no money. We dressed appropriately ; not too business, not too daily. I went and maiden and breezed through it, name dropping trust every stone's throw of the way. In turn, my lithe redheaded friend did the Saami for me.

By the clip we had gotten home we had already received calls welcoming us to the exciting career path of abstruse friers and composition board hats. I was far more excited than Faith, who merely welcomed it as an excuse to get out her abusive house and a way to shake the pig off her pot deals.

We started work a duet days later and got a brief run down on how to do our Book of Job. It was about as complicated as training a slow witted rascal to toss switches. We were also to lick the nighttime shifts with our half witted nighttime manager Jerome. religious belief and I were to take turns manning the campaign through window and assisting Jerome in the kitchen.

It's nothing like the commercials on television suggest with happy families and singing and dancing in the aisle. It was vast periods of ennui punctuated by bursts of drunken company departer, sullen cabman, lonely exclusive men, and stoners ( which only increased Faith's side business ).

I wasn't kidding when I said Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus was half witted, he had been working there for 20 age since it first opened. He was cute in an Opie way and due to his being African-American was the butt of many cruel put-on, but he was so sweet-smelling and endearing we took a liking to him right away.

When it got boring ( which it often did ) we would end up playing hockey with frozen patties, sing on the r audio, crank the music through the store, misrepresent orgasm on the microphone to each other ( that always made Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus bloom and laugh and jest ), and on our third Night in we even got Jerome to smoke some pot with us.

And that's how the trouble started.

"Gee Lady, I really don't know if I should be smoking that stuff ”, Jerom was blushing

"Oh come on,"faith chortled,"a toke won't killing you"

"I don't know young woman religion ”, Jerome blushed,"it makes me feel all funny"

"We'd really like to see you curious ”, I giggled half baked.

"I don't know ”, he was so bashful it was adorable.

"No one will ever love ”, faith assured him

"It will be our piddling privy ”, I also chipped in

"crown of thorns your mettle ? ”, he said his brass flushed red

I crossed my heart"And hope to die, stick a needle in faith's eye"

"Hey !"

"wellspring, okey ”, he said gingerly accepting the joint.

He coughed a few fourth dimension but sucked back, almost hogging it to himself. The affect on him was quick and great, he was smiling and laughing and hugging us. But the real impression was one that made us blush. Within minutes of toking up, Jerome was sporting a massive hard-on in his gasp. Just from the tenting alone we knew he was huge.

He was too high to care and he went on the repose of the dark with that monster in his pant tenting out. We didn't know what to do or say, we just called him a scary monstrosity and he thought it was a game and would"following"us around the Warren Earl Burger Baron.

Luckily by closing time he had returned to the proper landing position and we all made our way home. Faith and I were in hysterics about our domestic ass dicked coworker. But being the horndogs we both were, we know eventually no practiced would come in of it.

The next couple night were Thomas More of the like, prolonged boredom mixed in with legal brief periods of client, We'd play games, get high, and Jerome's colossus hardon would appear again in his slack water. And that occurred the side by side nighttime and the Nox after that.


It was a leaden Sabbatum night, and due to our fucked up agenda I hadn't been laid since Tuesday afternoon when Marcus came by to love me and Momma, so I was already climbing the walls. We had gotten high with Eusebius Hieronymus again and I was going to do something about it.

"Think you can cover for me ”, I whispered in my firehaired best friends ear

Faith glanced around at the empty parking lot,"Yeah, somehow I can grapple, what ya'll doing ?"

"release to get better acquainted with out night shift handler ”, I winked

"tinker's damn you bitch, don't stay in the spot all night ”, she whispered back.

"Hey Jerome, I want to shew you something in the stockroom ”, I said taking his hand.

"What is Miss Jacob's ladder ? scab get in the place again, those little varmint sure do bug me ”, he said innocently enough being led away.

"No, not bum, something you might wish ”, I said with a smile

"I like surpises ”. he said with a goofy grin

As we wandered back into the Burger Baron, Faith called out behind us"relieve some for me, will ya ?"

I led Jerome into the stockroom and locked the room access behind us. He was tidal bore but still seemed a bit mix up, so I led him behind some shelves where we held the spare part unifroms and tossed them on the ground.

"You sure are mussy girl Polemonium van-bruntiae, I hope your surprisal isn't me cleaning your quite a little up ”, Saint Jerome joked with a touch of confusion.

"That's not it all “, I said kneeling on the uniforms in front of him.

"What are you doing Miss brotherly love ?"Jerome said flushing

"Shush now Jerome, let Miss Polemonium van-bruntiae show you the surprisal"

I undid his rap buckle and brushed away his hands and pulled him towards me by the hemband when he tried pulling away. I unzipped his fly and pulled down his pants. He made nervous giggles and looked around mortified. He was packing something vast in his legal brief and I pulled them down and was smacked in the face by his rock grueling member.

"Oh my Jerome, what a big surprise you have for me instead"

He was a big one. I would say Marcus kinda big. Marcus was ma's boss/boyfriend as well as our shared lover, and he had the biggest cock I had ever seen at 10.7 inches. Yes, Momma and I had measured. Jerome was easily in his class and definitely thicker. He had a real monster.

"It's always scaring the somewhat White person ma'am that want to see it ”, Jerome blushed.

"It doesn't scare me Jerome ”, I said licking my lips and beginning to stroke the big beast.

"That's what the nice church lady says too"

Mrs Parsons. I should have guessed. If there was a big black cock in this town, I should make guessed the preacher man married woman would suffer been the one to have found it and fucked it by now. What a swinger. God bless her.

"She has excellent taste in men ”, I said

"Why thank you Miss Charity"

"Now let me sample how excellent you are."

Without farther ado I plunged my lips onto his engorged fellow member. I had to elongate my oral fissure wide around him too, he was a thick one. He was musty and sweaty but I didn't brain. The sheer thrill of a new fan with a mighty black cock was enough to seduce me one very happy 17 year old miss. He sighed softly and stroked my hair.

I loosened up my jaw and offset thrusting my mouth forward on his mightily member. Saint Jerome was damn big and I could barely superintend a few in in me without my psyche wanting to uninge from my jaw osseous tissue. He just stroked my pilus like I was a kitten and smiled down at me while I slurped merrily away.

I unbuttoned my workplace uniform as I knelt there before him and unsnapped my bra. My heavy 32DD's burst dislodge and I guided Jerome's hands to them. He kneaded and pawed at them clumsily, but his hands were so big and strong that his awkwardness was offset by his manhandling.

"You sure do have big boobies ”, he smiled.

I couldn't really gag or grin at his cutesy comments so I just continued by sucking of his big black schlong. At most I could get 4 in of him into my oral fissure and throat, so I ended up jerking the other 6 or so inch into my mouth. I even reached between my thigh and start playing with myself under my panties, as I doubt the hung imbecile would have the accomplishment to orally get me off.

After about 10 minutes of slurping and sucking I realized I could soak up on this chocolate lolipop all day and he might not get off. So I decided it was time to step up the plan. With a mighty slurp, I disentangled my lips from his tool and turned around. I pulled off my pantie and kicked them into a corner.

I got on all fours and flipped my annulus up over my waist. Then I wiggled my ass in his direction.

"What are you waiting for, Miss Charity needs you to hold fast that big dick in her ”, I told him over my shoulder.

"Yes ma'am ! ”, Jerome exclaimed giddily.

Jerome knelt up behind me and put a big hand on one of my buttcheeks, his hands were big too. And with his other hand he fumbled away at trying to stick his big dick in my pussy. Big he was, awkward as underworld too. He poked and poked and poked. I reached between my thigh and guided his flatulence into my dripping wetness.

When he finally found the smear with my guidance, he rammed it home ! I screamed like a maniac. He was huge. And he just started pounding away.

Saint Jerome fucked me silly. There was no effort at foreplay or gradualness or have a go at it play. He just gripped me by the waist and plowed me. It was intense. I reached between my second joint and didled myself as he power rammed my now thoroughly stretched snatch. I don't think he noticed or cared.

St. Jerome was a machine, he mightiness fucked me intemperate and deeply, I was stretched out and seeing stars as he went to Ithiel Town wrecking my kitty-cat. I grunted and squealed under his assault. My big tits bounced and even smacked me in the jaw. I eventually had to break playing with myself to invalidate being fucked top dog first through the wall.

After I came a couple times from this animate being ravaging, he threw me over on my backbone na d put my stage over his shoulders and power fucked me that way too. My bounced and danced across my chest as I screamed. Every thrust bottomoned out in me and I knew I was going to be walking funny for the next duad days.

I don't know how foresighted he fucked me that way, before he pulled me on top of him I thought I was going to promise the guess now, but he just gripped my hips and bucked up into me. I even tried pulling away but he wouldn't let me. I couldn't even escape from this sex political machine. All I could do is howl and cum and cum again.

I don't know how farseeing he fucked me, all I knew was that he threw me into a couple Thomas More positions before he was done. I was on my side again on the floor getting deep dicked as I moaned and flailed. Then I was back on my back with the Lapp jack hammering.

Finally I was on all quadruplet. My hair was a dodgy sweaty hole, I was hobble and on my elbos. I was soaked in sweat and completely powerless. Jerome was slowing his pounding into me making hanker full stiff thrusting, each one jiggling y entire body. Then he rammed all the way deem into me and groaned and I could feel him expand and thicken in me as he shot his lode deep inside my ravaged slit. He slumped down on top of me, with his hawkshaw in me. It was fucking mind blowing.

That's when the door opened.

Yes, the one I had locked. The one I had locked and the only one who had the key to open it from the outside was the general manager. And yes, it was the cosmopolitan manager.


He was furious. Past the complete red and steam coming out of his pinna we could hear what was going on. There were cars honking and, cursing from outside. The kitchen sounded in overdrive.

"I guess this means I'm fired ”, I said limply.

He just nodded wanting to scream. So I quietly dressed and got up and left > I should have been mortified, but I was fuck high. And this was hardly the number one time I had been caught fucking. But I did feel like shite about Jerome.

As I did the Walk of ignominy out I saw the root of the kerfuffle. Faith was swamped in the kitchen and the drive through. Neither of us had known about the topical anaesthetic baseball game conference title tonight, and when they let out they came straight here for food for thought. When religion eventually talked to me again afterwards, she said they came in legions and that Hieronymus and I had been fucking for a couple hour. individual complained and the managing director showed up.

Faith was furious. She got her minute cut down because she wasn't technically to find fault and she defended piteous sweet Hieronymus to the max. She didn't talk to me for a mates weeks after that. Even so far as when her and Dad fought she would go across town to break apart at Hope's instead of mine across the route.

She eventually did after I arranged a three on one with her being the star between Marcus, Denny and Bill. I just had to observe. She even later admitted to me, she ended up piece of ass Jerome once after work when she went to his place and she thought he was going to kill her with his big dick.

So that was my. glorious one and a half workweek career in the glamourous field of fast-food.

It was only halfway through July now, but this was not turning out to be a promising start.

And it wasn't about to get much better, but that's sufficiency chance event fodder for my lecturer for this chapter .